Player Character Cast Members

[GM Nicha]

Find below the brave heroes of The Last Stand.

• Zephrin Hayn
  Apollo
  Minka Daivik
  Zeline Koth
  Snowflake
  Jorgan Voss
  Tomin
  Sirina Kichi
  Rece J Charak
  Terreck Fec'klee
  Othym

[Zephrin Hayn]

Name: Zephrin Hayn
Sex: Male
Species: Miraluka
Age: 25
Height: 6' 0"
Build: Rough and tumble Sportsball player
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: 0
Distinguishing features: Blindfold

Serves with: 7th Temple Peacekeepers
Rank: Jedi Knight
Lightsaber: Blue

Appearance and Personality
Zephrin is a slightly taller than average humanoid with tousled light brown hair and the hint of a faint but perpetual smile. Most situations are taken in good humour and there is a sense of almost endless patience in his presence. He obviously keeps fit and is usually found wearing light Jedi armour befitting these days of conflict. Sometimes he forgets to take the training weights off. As one of the rare Miraluka out and about in the galaxy he favours wearing a simple blindfold to cover where his eyes would be. It is mainly to save you any discomfort you see...

With a calm, easy demeanor and a reputation for courage under fire his fellow Peacekeepers seem to like Zephrin well enough. His main interests are martial arts and athletic training, medicine, and lore of all sorts. Once you come to known him you might find he gets more than a little enjoyment out of old Miralukan sayings that have no equivalent in Basic.

Hooks

• Jedi? Zephrin has been a Knight for two years now. Perhaps we served together in the 7th Temple Peacekeepers, or maybe we met back in Padawan days?
• Medically inclined? Zephrin is something of a Physician and is often found helping out in the medbay.
• Fascinated by Lore? Old Master Sikso took Padawan Hayn on many a wild nerf chase looking for ancient relics and knowledge. It left an abiding interest in the unusual.
• Need a training partner? Sure, why not?

[Apollo]

Captain Apollo
The Philandering Smuggler

Name: Apollo
Age: 31
Species: Zeltron
Identifies as/Biological sex: Male
Height: 1.85m
Build: Beautifully toned and chiseled physique
Hair: Teal
Eyes: Indigo, eyepatch over the right eye.
Skin: Rosy
Homeworld: *mumble*Obroa-Skai
Occupation: Captain of the Venus, freelancer, romantic.

Appearance
Zeltrons have a reputation to maintain as beautiful and sensually alluring folks, and the man named Apollo doesn't disappoint. He spends a great deal of time on looking the best he can, and it shows... mostly because he shows it off as much as he can. Clothes are tight-fitting in the right places to emphasize his assets, and he loves to show off his sculpted chest.

If his clothes is the highest fashion of some world, it's hard to tell, as he seems to embrace flamboyance over the current trends. His right eye is covered with a rogueish eyepatch.


What Is Known
Captain Apollo has some reputation of a smuggler. Mostly one that does small gigs here and there, and the crew seems to be a revolving door of chaos, where many come on as his paramours in one shape or form, and then end up leaving the crew all-together when disaster inevitably shows up. Apollo is currently bemoaning how his newest ex ran off with the ship's stereo-system (and the cargo, but that's not important. The stereo, man!).

He's not exactly a recruit for the military, but the Republic has brought him along as a local being strong-armed into helping out... in return for some minor issues being smoothed out with the law.



Original art by sakimichan. Edited by me.

[Minka Daivik]

Name: Minka Daivik
Identifies as/Biological sex: Female
Species: Human
Age: 24
Height: 5' 6"
Build: Athletic in line Republic Army Standards
Hair: Dark brown/black
Eyes: Brown
Homeworld: Corulag (One of the Infamous COR Worlds)
Occupation: Lieutenant in the 33rd Republic Light Infantry, now rendered combat ineffective and folded into 277th Outer Rim Expeditionary Force

Appearance
Minka would best be described as 'young officer used as an extra in a propaganda film', falling into what the directors of such films call 'the (nameless)hometown hero doing their part' category. She goes through the motions of keeping her combat uniform clean and straight when not on patrol and somehow even keeps a dress uniform around. But her smiles never quite meet her eyes and her cheery tone seems forced.

In combat Minka, wears the standard laminate armor of the Republic. The only thing of note being two tiny antennas sticking up from the side of her helmet betraying an integrated commlink.

What is Known
The destruction of the inexperienced 33rd and it's sister regiments at Crucius left the scattered survivors listless, until General Novar's rallying call. Lieutenant Daivik was one of the few lucky ones to escape the defeat with their lives. Given her apparent age, it was likely her first real battle...a true trial by fire.

[Zeline Koth]

Zeline Koth
A Walking Contradiction

Age: 23
Species: Human
Identifies as/Biological sex: Female
Height: 1.73m
Build: Sturdy
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Beige
Homeworld: Dantooine
Occupation: Specialist (Republic Army)

Appearance
While in uniform, Zeline blends in with the rest of the enlisted troops save for medical insignia. Her casual wear is a smattering of different fashion trends, composed entirely of knockoffs, from various Core Worlds. Regardless of situation, there are equal moments when she is immaculate and when she is filthy. It's simply the nature of her work.

Beneath the clothes, Zeline fails to match the stereotypical high fashion physique. Toiling on the fields and regular military drills have shaped her to the rough exterior. Even without that, genetics did no favors for her waistline.

What Is Known
Zeline's quirks are obvious, much to her chagrin. Stressful moments trigger the craving for cigarettes. Smoking at least seems to steady her hand, though, during surgery. The substance usage, and experimentation, is not limited to this. The other major oddity is her fluctuating opinions. At first, she may enjoy a situation only to swiftly excuse herself without any forewarning.

Finally, it's become clear that she refuses to sit at a table for cards, dice, or the like. Superstition, certainly, but she seldom reveals much about herself.

[Snowflake]

Snowflake

Age: 20-ish? (He got a berry cake for his 15 years with the Clan earlier this year)
Species: Gigoran
Identifies as: Woolly
Pronoun: He/his usually; some use it/its; he doesn't love it, but doesn't seem to care that much.
Height: 2.45m
Build: Like a snowy mountain.
Hair: White, some blueish streaks. None of the black streaks some Gigoran have.
Fur: White-creamish with some blueish spots.
Eyes: Black
Skin: Below all that fur? (darker than the fur, but you'd have to dig deep to find it)
Homeworld: Gigor, but raised in Obroa-Skai since he was 5-ish (not even he knows exactly).
Occupation: "Helper" within the "alpine" homeclan. Now officially part of the Obroan militia.

Appearance
From up close, Snowflake looks as if one of the peaks at the Vakarus ranges decided to get up and go for a walk - except for the fact that Vakarus peaks usually aren't covered in fur. A dozen steps back put things in a more reasonable perspective, but the Gigoran still remains impressively tall, wide and solid.

When "helping" as a guard or protecting family or the homeclan's possessions and activities, he's usually seen in a giant-sized set of heavy battle armor covered in spikes and holding an equally oversized shield. As a "helper" of the militia now, that's what's he's most likely to be seen wearing in Kandra. When doing the simpler work he's usually happy to help with - like harvesting or general heavy lifting - he'll gladly walk around in more casual outfits, though. Simple t-shirts (often a tight-fitting regardless of how oversized it would be in most anyone else), shorts (often originally trousers, but you get the idea), sheets improvised as loose-fitting robes... a chance to try something new is always welcome - as long as it looks at least reasonably comfortable. Or even if not, if you ask him nicely.

What is Known
The friendly, good-natured Snowflake is a relatively well-known fixture in many of Rytai's rural settlements - he'd be hard to miss in a crowd, of course, and his "homeclan"'s activities had him travel and move around from town to town often. How he came to be "adopted" by the Alpine "homeclan" is probably more or less evident to many, although that's not a topic most would be comfortable discussing around him. His attachment and dedication to the "homeclan" is evident, though. In fact, those who got to know him say behind the intimidating appearance lies a gentle soul eager to help - and easy to trust, some add, not necessarily with good intentions.

[Jorgan Voss]

Jorgan Voss
A lifetime of War

Age: Mid-Twenties
Species: Human
Identifies as/Biological sex: Male
Height: 1.75m
Build: Athletic and toned
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Brown
Skin: White
Homeworld: Kestral Prime
Occupation: Solider in the Republican Army

Appearance
Jorgan Voss is a seasoned warrior, his physical appearance reflecting the battles he has fought in. He stands at around 5 ft 9 Inch tall and has a lean, athletic build, with toned muscles that are honed from years of combat training. He has a hard, chiseled jawline and a steely gaze that can be intimidating to some. Despite his fierce exterior, there is a hint of sadness in his eyes, a reminder of the atrocities he has witnessed and the loved ones he has lost. His body is adorned with scars, a testament to the battles he has fought and survived.

Jorgan is often seen in the thick of battle, wielding a heavy laser rifle that has become his trademark weapon. His distinctive armor, adorned with custom markings, reflects his heritage to Kestral Prime. The custom markings make him instantly recognizable among his comrades, but also a target for the enemy.

What is known
Jorgan joined the Republican Army two years ago when they first responded to the threat of the Mandalorians, but he had been fighting them for much longer. According to reports, he was one of the few survivors of a resistance group that originated in the Kestral system, a system that was among the first to be invaded and occupied by the Mandalorians in the Outer Rim.
His hatred for the Mandalorians is obsessive and intense, stemming from the loss of his family, friends, and home during the initial invasion. He is deeply committed to remembering the sacrifices of his fallen comrades, and often shares their stories to keep their memory alive. Despite his intense hatred for the Mandalorians, he is usually able to maintain a level of professionalism and discipline in combat.

Theme
OTHERWISE - Soldiers

[Tomin]

Name: Tomin (of the upriver Miralukan herders at Funnel Creek Village)
Sex: Female
Species: Miraluka
Age: 23
Height: 5' 4"
Build: Sturdy
Hair: Dark-brown
Eyes: ?
Distinguishing features: Leather headband/eye covering

Serves with: Local forces
Rank: Jedi Knight
Lightsaber: Blue
Rifle: Large

Appearance and Personality

At least some of the physicality of Jedi training took, and Tomin moves with the grace of someone lighter on their feet than one might expect at first glance. Otherwise, she's fairly nondescript for a human, other than the stitched leather covering the upper half of her face; a detail that may lead those who know of the Miraluka down the deductive path of figuring out that she's not actually human. Her dark hair is cut simply, just long enough to pull back out of the way.

Her usual gear is typical for the chilly planet. Sturdy pants, warm-looking sweaters, and a long, heavy duster of a coat with a lining of local Tuomon wool keeping the hood and upper half cozy. It's well decorated with the pins and patches of local-to-the-planet businesses and bands. A few decorate her usual utility belt as well, with a hand-embroidered 'let the force take the wheel' one adorning the lightsaber clip.

Granted, when traveling, the large hunting blaster rifle is going to catch attention--particularly given the eye covering--long before the lightsaber. Hunting rifles aren't uncommon among the patchwork local resistance forces. Stickers depicting the crosshair graphic of the Trophy Tag band and the jagged silvery web of the Ice Spiders's logo mark hers as distinct.

Hooks

-local and Miralukan? We probably know one another. There aren't that many of us on the planet.
-just local? Well, we know one another now. The resistance force isn't that big! If you're wondering about the odd stickied texture bits of dots and squiggles on, say, the door to the refresher...that was me.
-Jedi? Recently graduated and looking for tales here! Also...so what's it feel like when the Force really tells you what to do?
-Can tell you which dinky local bands are 1. still together and playing despite all *waves vaguely* this. 2. are worth listening to, as a distraction from *waves vaguely* this--some of them aren't even that good.
-Interested in the archive? You might think a locally trained Jedi would have spent a lot of time there availing themselves of the opportunity. You'd be wrong. But that's probably an interesting conversation.
-Know any smugglers? Me too! We can talk about them in carefully coded language before we're sure nobody's a narc!
-Practice? I can probably use it. That includes shooting, piloting, poking around the wild places all quiet like, and even making vwoom vwoom noises with my Jedi sword.

[Sirina Kichi]

Sirina Kichi
Thrill-Seeking Trailblazer

Age: 26
Species: Pantoran
Identifies as/Biological sex: Female
Height: 1.70m
Build: Slim
Hair: Violet
Eyes: Gold
Skin: Blue
Homeworld: Obroa-Skai
Occupation: Alpine Clan Guide

Appearance
As a Pantoran, Sirina is cast in similar cool hues as Obroa-Skai itself-- her frosty skin tone and hair off-set by the warmth of her brushed gold eyes. Standing a little on the tall end, the rigors of Sirina's job have thinned out her frame and kept her both fit and trim if not quite muscular. When it comes to attire, Sirina likes to find the fine line between practicality and aesthetic. Often, she layers imports fitted and fur-lined pieces atop one another to compromise between warmth and chic while always finding a way to incorporate the necessities of a rustic lifestyle. Perhaps as an expression of her experiences working on the murky side of the law, she chooses to always openly carry a blaster and blade, to say nothing of what she keeps concealed.

What is known
Sirina grew up in the frontier town of Kandra's Run, where she earned as many friends as foes with her devil-may-care attitude and fiery personality. As a youth, she bristled against the earnest and hard-working community of the outpost, and quickly drew to her a gathered gang of fellow delinquents who had aspirations too big for their hometown. Though she often lead her peers into more than their share of trouble with her contempt for contributing to the town's livelihood and childish love of mischief, she also earned a reputation as steadfast and loyal-- always sticking around through whatever consequences came of her troublemaking. Eventually, Sirina fell in with the Obroa-Skai Alpine Clan, both because she aspired for the credits and notoreity but also due to feeling a solidarity with the Clan's political leanings towards empowering the rural working class of the planet. Since joining the Clan, Sirina has become known as an ambitious wilderness guide and big game hunter who readily seeks out the greatest challenges the untamed frontier of Obroa-Skai has to offer.

[Rece Charak]

Name: Rece J Charak
Identifies as/Biological sex: Male
Species: Chadra-Fan
Age: 28
Height: 1.07m
Build: Lithe but fluffy
Fur: Ash brown
Eyes: Black
Homeworld: Chad
Occupation: Agent, Army Criminal Investigation Division

Appearance and Personality

Rece stands well above average height with a lean build, belied by the volume of his fur and cross-species definitions of average. He has a round, friendly face and usually maintains a cheerful grin, despite the circumstances. But Rece isn't a soldier by trade, and although his skills demonstrate that he's no stranger to firefights, the chaos of battlefield combat can dampen even his upbeat attitude.

Rece routinely carries a heavy pack laden with gear for every eventuality. Most of his personal equipment is heavily customized - from the gadgets on his armor, to the inner workings of his rifle, to the tools built into his own prosthetic hand. Perhaps the only piece of gear that remains stock is his agency-issue sidearm, which he carries at all times.

In his downtime (and at odd hours - when does he sleep?) Rece wanders the passageways of the Concord Dawn in simple coveralls, chatting with the crew, tinkering with anything he can get his hands on, and playing the harmonica. He's only much good at one of those, but they all do pass the time.

Hooks

• On either side of the law? Rece is a cop! He has to tell you, it's the rules. Maybe you've gotten tangled up in one of his cases, or he in yours.
• Military? Rece served with the 277th as an enlisted MP and again on several occasions as a CID agent.
• Got a broken refresher? Someone's gotta fix it, and Rece is happy to step in, despite the maintenance crew's protests.
• Just looking for a friend? Rece would love to get to know you, although he might consider reading your personnel file an acceptable substitute for small talk.

Theme: Labour of Love.

Art: Alfred1182, modified by me.

[Terreck Fec'klee]

Name: Terreck "Fec" Fec'klee
Identifies as/Biological Sex: Male
Species: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5' 11"
Build: Athletic and Toned
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Homeworld: Coruscant
Occupation: Sergeant in the 277th Outer Rim Expeditionary Force

Appearance/Personality

It's easy to tell that Terreck is combat arms and has been so for years, his physique has been honed through daily exercise that it hardly missed even within the confines of a ship. He stands just a little taller than average at least as far as humans are concerned, though in full armor that might be hard to tell. He is fairly handsome as far as his species goes with a full head of blonde hair and a short beard both of which are well maintained as regulations require. Being easy to smile only helps matters and most of his compatriots find Fec fairly easy to get along with.

A fact that has managed to get him into a little bit of trouble in the past and has earned him one or two crass monikers over the years. Still, that doesn't really deter the young man and when not on duty he is easy going and relaxed.

What is known.

Fec'klee has been a part of the 277th for the last four years, his transfer in was a little unexpected but in the years since the unit has become something of a home to him. His primary duty is as a scout, moving close to enemy encampments to find out numbers, but he is a solid soldier to have under your command in a firefight regardless. He is a city boy at heart though and despite his skills he enjoys the comforts of life. Whether it be a cold glass of beer or a comfortable chair and bets over huttball or some other sport or game of chance.

[Othym]

Othym

Age: 58
Species: Togruta
Identifies as/Biological sex: Male
Height: 1.74cm
Build: Gaunt
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Orange
Homeworld: Corusant
Occupation: Jedi Archive Guardian

Appearance
Othym is most often seen with his hood cowled, the cloth lopsided as it hangs over his one remaining montral. Despite his long tenure there he’s never quite adapted to the climate of Obroa-Skai, and as a result his jedi robe comprises of multiple layers of thick wool, the resulting bulk almost hides his gaunt frame. Hidden deep within those folds lies his lightsaber, though these days he aims to draw it as infrequently as he’s able.
When he does emerge, his scarred face tells the story of many alleyway scuffles, having now lost a montral, a lekku, and an eye to the service of the Archive and its secrets. He has a habit of referring to a different tale when he’s inevitably questioned on their loss, many outlandish. His students know the truth of it though, their loss a sign brashful failure rather than heroics.

What is known
Othym has been on Obroa-Skai his entire adult life, and is a fixture of the Archive for many – or at least any who wander too deeply amongst its more restricted sections. Those find a gentle, but firm hand on their shoulder reminding them of the rules and restrictions on the knowledge contained within.
Outside the Archive, Othym is as often seen among the back alleys and establishments that make up the city’s underbelly as at the Jedi enclave. It has become well known by now that the Togruta is uninterested in the petty goings on of the criminal underworld, but brooks no interference in the Archive’s pursuit of knowledge. Nor theft of its secrets.
Few Jedi can escape the requirement to teach and pass on the learnings of the order. Years ago this frustrated Othym, but he’s long since grown into the role. His students, and a few others who enquire, find him an open and warm mentor.
He sees the encroaching Mandalorians a threat to both the Archive and the people of his adopted home, neither of which he can abide. So wearily he prepares to wield his lightsaber like he did in his youth, even if he has become rusty in its use.

Theme

[Vala Roke]

Vala Roke
The Corellian Cop

Affiliation: CorSec
Species: Human, Corellian
Age: 26
Identifies as/Biological sex: Female
Hair: Dark Brown with Highlights
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'6” / 168 cm
Build: Civilian Average
Occupation: CorSec Officer/Agent
Marital Status: Single

Appearance
Vala (or just “Val”) hasn’t been seen in her uniform for a while. There hasn’t been a need for it, considering she is outside of her jurisdiction in a sort of conflict that she had never been trained for. While not military, she does find some appreciation in the orderly and regimented methods of the Republic Army, to a point at least. There’s a particular off time that she misses having and not needing to take her work home with you. Weekends and having her own apartment too. This has been a bit grating on her senses over time and she didn’t exactly have the best of moods, to begin with. Her expression is perhaps best described as ‘resting scrutiny’ or ‘potentially irritable’ with the occasional mustered injection of perkiness here and there.

When it comes to outfits, her choices are limited by her surroundings and especially by having little downtime to play with. She is typically seen in a militia volunteer’s ‘uniform’ as her outfit of choice, a warm padded jumpsuit for the elements and something suitable to slip on armour at a moment’s notice. She’s not unused to hauling an assortment of personal effects in situations where combat arises and a set of binders, a retained habit from her ‘past life’. At the very least, she did manage to make friends with the local hair stylist to maintain a snappy shortened coif with some pink highlights.

What is Known
Val is a long way from home, that much is obvious. She was never supposed to be here, albeit she was initially here on an investigative assignment on a very loose leash that was off the books. Corellia is a far way from Obroa-Skai, going from shipyards to the snowy wasteland is not something she likes to go into detail about as far as her temper is concerned. However, that doesn’t matter so much anymore not, she now patrols the halls of the barracks and is one of many free hands potentially assigned to the field on short notice, much to her chagrin.

[Flora Sylvana]

Flora Sylvana

Affiliation: Jedi Order
Species: mikkian
Age: 22
Identifies as/Biological sex: Female
Hair: Dark Plantlike, green and purple
Eyes: Green
Height:165 cm
Build: Willowy
Occupation:Jedi healer
Marital Status: Jedi

Flora is your average mikkian, a budding healer, and no mere wallflower. She is quite gregarious and hilarious (or so she thinks...not everyone appreciates bad puns).

She was raised on Obora Sakai, and is now returning home from her Knight trials, ready to heal the sick, study ancient artifacts, and take the fight to the MEANdolorians!

Hooks:
- Do you have a boo boo? Flora can un-boo-boo you!
- Do you like the outdoors and nature! Woo, let's go for a walk (and not step on mines)
- She likes people in general. Most people.